DINOSAURS.
I know Jesse has made very clear his feelings regarding turkeys...but taking care of these guys over the past week has me wanting some. I mean....they are insane looking. They make alien noises. They look like dinosaurs. I love them.- Hannah.
FIRST EGG.
Ira got his first egg from his chickens yesterday, and Opal found a place for him to keep it. I just really love this picture.- Hannah.
POSSIBILITY.
Beyond the cabin stuff (updates coming soon!), Hannah and I have these wonderful moments of bewilderment staring out at our new acreage wondering how we're going to start cutting in and then what we're going to do with it once it's tamed. It's our marble slab, our blank canvas, the first sentence to our (latest) book, but what in the world will it turn into?The farm is a place of unending possibility, where our options for what we can do are as overwhelming as they are infinite, but that's what makes farming exciting. Over the next year we'll be opening up pasture, clearing some garden space and, of course, building a home. But we'll also be deciding which of the thousands of ideas we have for our farm are going to meet fruition, and what kind of farmers we're going to become. Farming is a strange––and strangely physical––brand of art, but something Hannah and I love and look forward to seeing where it takes us and our new land.- Jesse.
LIVING ON THE FLY.
This is where we have been keeping our eggs lately. Because...we couldn't find an egg carton when we were collecting eggs, because we are constantly leaving the egg cartons at the farm we have been watching for our friends and neighbors in Red Boiling Springs (Tennessee!). We have to get up early each morning and drive back to our farm (at Bugtussle) to feed Wendell and play with him a bit before we drive down to barn where the chickens are. It is all a bit scattered right now - all of our things in one place, our animals in another, our hearts and minds in a little cabin that doesn't exist yet. We are definitely living on the fly, trying to figure out a rhythm and balance to our days when not much exists yet to ground us. BUT it is a happy sort of unbalanced - a crazy balancing act that I know is only temporary. And as I write this, I am reminded of how lucky and blessed we are. Our new internet friends Caleb and Marci are also building their own cabin, and Marci's recent post is a beautiful piece about their own chaos and stress and worry....so much greater than ours with their baby on the way!I am by no means complaining! Basically, I am only writing to say things are crazy down here, and we've got lots of eggs rolling around in the front seat of the truck....but everything will work out. And we are happy. Very.- Hannah.